Dear diary,

According to the little red x’s on the calendar above my bedroom desk, it has been eleven days—or, more correctly, nights—since my previous entry into this dream diary. I apologize to my future self for the shakiness of my penmanship and any water damage that may occur during the authoring of this entry. As I am sure she (myself) will recall, after the dream ended I retired to the shower downstairs and used the water, as well as my recreational tool, to settle my nervous energy. Of which, it seems, I had in abundance.

I find myself once more thankful for both the discrete delivery of the tool and invaluable advice I was given at The Crop in Canterlot on keeping its existence a secret. I believe that without it, my hooves would thus be put to the labor of pleasure. While that isn’t a distressing task, given the workload my wrists bare on a usual day to day basis…

I’m rambling. I feel so shaken I cannot even focus enough to write my thoughts onto parchment succinctly. The reaction my body is having to these dreams is as frightening as it is interesting. The implications are disturbing. I am a grown mare, if still young, with a lot of experience under my belt. I am a national heroine for Celestia’s sake! Why am I suddenly questioning my own sexuality and sanity? I admit it has been a long time, but can these dreams truly be a mere manifestation of the need to copulate? I have never been this frustrated as I have after waking from these dreams!

I have checked myself and the library again for any magical influence that might be causing the dreams. I have checked for curses, hexes, spells, enchantments and even hauntings. So far all tests return a negative result. I myself remain the single source of active magic in the area. I have even started covertly questioning my friends to see if they are likewise experiencing any strange dreams or thoughts. No pony else seems to be experiencing anything remotely similar. Spike has even reported that he hasn’t been awoken by my nocturnal vocalizations in ‘some time now’.

Speaking of which—Spike, you are still not allowed to read this journal! Put it back where you got it and stop going through my private affects! It is still enchanted and my threat in the last entry was not idle.

I will continue to puzzle over the cause of these dreams. For now, I feel that I would rather not return to sleep just yet. As with the last dream, I again experienced it by watching it from an outside perspective while also playing an active role in the events of the dream. Other similarities include the ponies present (myself and Princess Luna) and the theme (overly sexual) as well as the dialogue (stilted and more suited to the insides of a blush inducing tawdry paperback). A notable difference with this dream was the lack of preamble. The action started right away without any build up or role play.

In order to limit any possible confusion for my future self, I will inscribe this entry in the same format as the previous: I will transcribe the events of my dream from the POV of the audience and break up the narrative with my thoughts and observations as I see fit.

Spike, I’m serious! Do not read any of this! I will know if you do! If you are not Spike—besides myself, of course—please do not read this either.

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Twilight’s personal bedchamber at the Ponyville Golden Oaks library was lit only by her small bed side lamp and the moonlight streaming in from the window. The room was as casually tidy as always. The only area of disarray was the bed, with blankets and sheets twisted and bunched together into a soft nest for its panting occupants.

(My bed - in this dream - is far too large. The way it appears here, I could have all my friends over for a sleepover and still have elbow room. Hmmm...now that I re-read my notes, that statement seems an ill choice of words.)

Princess Luna arched her back with her fore hooves pressed against the headboard for purchase while her wings strained into the plush mattress. She sucked in breath with a hiss as she bit her lip. “Twilight! Pl…please, stop! We beg you! This t-teasing is too m-much!”

Twilight’s only response was a muffled giggle as she pressed her muzzle deeper into the crease between Luna’s thighs.

(Am I supposed to be aroused or grossed out by this? I cannot decide. Additionally, as I think about it now, I can’t help but wonder how the reality compares to my imagination. Is that gross?)

“Twilight!” Luna forced her eyes open as her body relaxed slightly, having crested the wave of sensations the unicorn was creating within her. “W-We appreciate the extra t-time you are taking to teach Us… this lesson in ‘floor play’…”

Twilight Sparkle lifted her chin and licked her already soaked snout. “The term is ’foreplay’, your Highness.”

(Yes, I would correct a pony’s speech in the midst of coitus. I’m not even kidding.)

“Oh?” Luna blinked, “Thank you for clarifying that. However, must We draw you a map? Your tongue and lips have been o’er every crest and valley betwixt Our tail and navel except where dwells Our greatest pleasure!”

“I’m getting there.” Twilight smiled and lowered her head to gently kiss the inside of Luna’s thigh before she looked back up. “Besides, you’ve already cum twice—“

“Thrice.”

(Oddly, having it thrown back at me is kind of arousing. Uhg, Celestia Above, I am such a weirdo.)

“Hehe… three times already. Foreplay is all about the buildup to a greater payoff. When I do get to your special little button it will make the three you’ve already had seem weak in comparison.”

(As if I would know. I’m not inexperienced, but I not that experienced with foreplay either. The last time was more than a year ago and it lasted all of ten awkward minutes. I have to give my imagination credit for casting me as pretty hot to trot between the sheets. Now if it were only the truth...)

Luna’s head fell back into the piled up sheets with a low moan. “That remains to be seen. Er… felt.” She giggled and looked back at Twilight. “We shall return this teasing back to you two-fold strong, young unicorn! So says the Princess of the Night!”

Twilight grinned and kissed Luna’s lips softly, her tone mock-serious. “I look forward to it, Your Highness.”

Twilight lowered her snout again and ran her tongue over Luna’s sex, lapping up the Princess’ juices. Luna moaned louder and turned her head to bite down on the comforter. As Luna’s back started to arch again, there was a bright flash of light from under the door that led to the main library chamber. It repeated itself rapidly for a couple of seconds before there was a muffled ‘ka-thum’ noise.

“What in the hay was that?” Twilight lifted herself up, looking at her bedroom door.

Outside, there came the sound of hooves on the stairs a moment before the door burst open, revealing a tall alicorn silhouette. “HAHA! DID WE NOT SAY THE TEASING SHALT BE DOUBLED?!”

Twilight’s jaw dropped. She blinked as a second Luna struck a dramatic pose before gliding into the room. This second Luna had her starry mane pulled back into a high-set ponytail and was wearing a pair of goggles with ruby lenses. She was also wearing a black leather full body suit that covered everything but her head.

(Why...why is Princess Luna wearing this stupid getup? She appears from the supposed near future and is dressed like an idiot. My imagination is sometimes lacking but this is just silly.)

“Ah yes! That look of surprise is a pleasure to Our sense of justice.” The newcomer inhaled deeply through her nose and grinned. “As you may have surmised, We are from the future and have returned to exact Our revenge! A pony should not tease a goddess and expect to get away with it!”

Twilight looked back and forth between the two Lunas. The one on the bed shared her startled look. “Luna, when did you learn Star Swirl’s Time Jaunt spell?”

Luna shrugged and raised an eyebrow at her doppelganger. “We are unfamiliar—“

“We shall learn it in a fortnight just for this occasion! We have even made a few minor adjustments to increase the duration of the temporal displacement!” Luna giggled and pulled off her goggles with a flick of magical force. “Past self! Where does the count of orgasms currently stand?”

“We have received three from the attentions heaped upon Us by young Twilight.” Luna sat up in the bed and frowned on mock sadness at her future self. “As learned as she may be, Twilight has failed to prove she knows where Our clitoris lies!”

Luna turned her shark-like smile onto Twilight as the unicorn started to inch away from the twin alicorns. “Methinks it is time for a lesson in feminine anatomy!”

(I HAVE MY OWN! OF COURSE I KNOW WHERE THE CLITORIS IS!)

Twilight moved to hop off the bed when she felt a strong grip on her mane draw her up short. The hold wasn’t painful but insistent. Twilight grimaced and yelped as another aura gripped her tail near the base and rotated her back towards the waiting goddesses.

“Um, Luna… Lunas? Y-you don’t actually have to repay me in kind, you know?” Twilight giggled nervously. “N-not that I-I mind you wanting to make sure my needs are met, but tonight was just supposed to be for you. A-and be-besides! Six orgasms in a night is a tall order, even for somepony as powerful as you!”

The magical telekinesis held her firm and set Twilight gently on the bed, facing Luna once more. The Princess before her smiled and the force holding Twilight’s mane pushed her head towards Luna’s glistening marehood. Luna groaned hungrily and spread her folds with her hoof, flashing Twilight with her shiny pinkness before running her hoof to the top of her pussy and circling the engorged nub of flesh there.

(Even though she will never read a word of this: See Rainbow Dash? I am NOT a prude! And, should she somehow read this and survive the enchantments I’ve put into it, sorry. Still, not a prude.)

“This. This is what We have wished you to lick all evening. Right here, Twilight. We need it so much! It aches; We ache for your mouth, your hoof, your magic! We care not which at this time, just save Us from this glorious discomfort!”

The Luna behind Twilight unzipped her body suit and stepped out of it, leaving it in a pile on the floor. She licked her lips as she moved up close to Twilight, the motion drawing the unicorn’s attention to the set of straps buckled around her hips and the long toy bobbing obscenely underneath her barrel.

(I swear I have not been pursuing the catalogue that came along with my recreational tool. Especially not pages 32, 38 and 76.)

“While you see to giving Our past self that promised oral stimulation, We shall tend to you, young Twilight, and make certain your passage is ready for Our royal scepter.” Luna smirked. “Before the sun rises, We shall see you fully impaled upon it and begging Us for more!”

Twilight hesitated, her mouth inches away from Luna’s puffy lips. Her eyes shifted from one Luna to the other, and she glanced nervously at the strap-on. “Um… ok, Luna. Er… I guess I mean… ok, Mistress. Just go gentle, ok?”

(And now I have to wonder about how I feel about domination, too? Do I like that? Do I like being told what to do by a pony who I see as an authority figure? Who likes that sort of thing?

After some thought on the subject, I can certainly see a pattern of behavior in myself that falls along these lines. Is it such a stretch to see myself responding to it in a sexual situation?

Oh Faust, what if it was Princess Celestia in my dreams?)

Twilight sighed and relaxed and raised her tail just a bit as the second Luna turned and moved behind her. She eased forward slightly and pressed her muzzle into Luna’s pussy, inhaling the scent of the Night Princess to savor it. Twilight could feel her own juices dripping again in anticipation and she growled low in her throat. She looked up the body of the Luna in front of her, into those strikingly teal eyes, and planted an affectionate peck right on the Princess’ clit. Twilight then sucked the little nub into her mouth hard, grazing her teeth against it as gently as she could.

Luna gasped at the kiss and then screamed in time with the suction. Her back arched again as her wings tried to lift her off the bed. Her body gushed with a shudder that shook the alicorn to her core. He legs trembled as her body was wracked by the sudden and powerful orgasm. “G-god-dess...that...uunnfff!”

Twilight didn’t let up, her tongue lashed Luna’s clit as she sucked it in and out of her mouth and over her teeth. Her chin was soaked and her fur tacky so it stuck out at odd angles. Twilight ground her chin into Luna’s labia and against her entrance so that the whole of the princess’ sex was being worked over.

(I am still unsure of my feelings on being shown my own supposed talents at oral pleasure. I guess...go me?)

“Ha! We still remember that one, your skills with a mare are to be commended! In fact,” Future Luna chuckled as brushed Twilight’s tail aside, “We believe We shall have a special medal minted just for you, pet.”

Future Luna giggled to herself as she made Twilight stiffen and gasp when she forcibly pressed her snout in against Twilight’s moist slit. Future Luna could smell as much as feel the heat coming off Twilight. The purple lips opened for her and the wet pink interior quivered at Luna’s intrusion. Future Luna buried her tongue as deeply as she could reach and sealed her lips against Twilight’s and ravished the unicorn in tandem with the attention her past self was enjoying.

Twilight shook and the muscles along her barrel clenched in a painfully pleasant way as she fought to keep still and press as much of her muzzle into the Luna in front of her. The Princess’ body continued to shudder under her mouth as Twilight’s tongue lapped up her juices greedily. She opened her mouth wide to graze her teeth lightly over the whole of Luna’s sex until her lips locked again on the sensitive nub of flesh on top.

Luna arched her back again as Twilight started sucking. “Nnngghh...number five approaches with haste!”

Future Luna redoubled her efforts, her tongue drilling as deep as she could reach before slathering over Twilight’s g-spot. Twilight continued to quiver and shake under the assault, her walls relaxed and moist. Future Luna breathed in the heady scent for a moment before she finally pulled away with a wet pop.

“We believe you are ready, Twilight. Just relax while we introduce you to Our royal sceptre.” Future Luna giggled and moved herself into position and mounting Twilight. Her magic guided the toy strapped to her hips into it’s new home. The invader worked a deep-throated moan from the unicorn as it slipped past her lips...

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...it keeps up like that for quite a while and frankly, I find myself too tired to continue writing it to completion.

This raises more questions for me. Why Luna (again)? Why these contrived situations? Am I a closet lesbian? I can admit that some mares are quite attractive, but my previous fantasies - which were much less detailed - all starred stallions! I dreamt about the taste and smell of another female’s private anatomy and...I feel no revulsion? Am I supposed to? I...I do not know, honestly.

Do I like mares? Am I attracted to other females? How would I even test for that?

I must admit that a part of me wants to ask Princess Celestia about this. I think Princess Luna, being the Night Princess, might be the better source to tap about dreams, but given her starring role in these, I think I will keep my thoughts to myself for now. I would ask my friends, but I do not think they would offer much aid in this situation.

I will conduct a thorough search in the morning, assuming I can get back to sleep, and see what books the library has on the subject of dreams and mental fixation. Sexuality would be a good subject to look into as well.

Note to self: send Spike out to market or something before getting started. I don’t need that stress on top of everything else.

But what do I take from this experience? If I am not enchanted or cursed, then what is causing this? Why am I thinking about Princess Luna like this? Why do I feel tingly ‘down there’ when I do think about her? Why must I masturbate with almost wild abandon after each such dream?

How can I still have no answers?

And yet...if I am honest with no pony save myself, I must admit that I like these dreams in a small way. They are a disturbing occurrence, but they are novel and so far, non-harmful. If I felt the energy to test for the data, I have reason to believe it is giving me a good cardiovascular workout too.

I am starting to yawn. Let us see if I can return to sleep and have normal dreams. If not, I may be writing another diary entry soon.